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Bridget McCarthy and I have been in touch with each other over the past few years. Recently, I had asked her if she would but her early memories of growing up in Ring on paper. I was delighted that she agreed to do this. It is a beginning...I know that she has plenty more memories in her head...
After leaving school, Bridget done some child minding in Ring, then went to her uncles in Clonmel looking after his five children as his wife died leaving a young family. She later spent a few years in service, there was no other work available to her.

While in service in Dublin, she saw an advert in a national paper recruiting workers for Lucas's in Birmingham. She duly applied for a position and traveled to Birmingham toward the end of 1948.She remained with Lucas for about 3 years, didn't like it and so left Birmingham, and did a summer season at a holiday camp in Devon as a waitress, she enjoyed this much better.

At the end of the season went home for a months holiday, money started to run out so 'I thought I had better get back to Birmingham', She got a job on the buses as a bus conductress and remained there until I got married.

I met he Husband Jim McCarthy at a friends wedding, Jim came from Belfast, they married June 1954, and have 3 children Kevin, Brendan and Pauline.

The family have lived in the same house from the day they married. Bridget says "I don't suppose I will move now."
Sadly Bridget's husband passed away early this year.
Bridget's memories, take up 10 pages, I hope surfers enjoy reading through them as much as I did. I have added some pictures that I recently took out in Ring...The place has changed dramatically since Bridget grew up there.
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My Memories of Ring in the 1930/40’s

I don’t remember starting school, but it must be when I was five

years old, my first memories in infants class was of Shilta (seeds)

The new school above

similar to what we plant today to grow sweet corn on the allotment,

St.Nicholas school

we learned how to shape out letters and numbers as in 1, 2, 3 and A, B, C. also plasticine was used in the same way, we had little blackboards and chalk to write our names and draw pictures.

All our lessons were done in Gaelic except for 2 1/2 hours a week for English reading and writing essays which didn’t give us a good grounding in English, especially all we had to do is go into Dungarvan town and Gaelic wasn’t understood there, I feel it was a mistake not giving us more time to the English language lessons and preparing us for the outside world, as the majority of young people had to leave Ring to find employment.

I remember one day when I was in Phil Foley the head masters class, Fr. McGrath the PP.came in we had our English jotters/notebooks out he picked up one or two looked at them and said that the spelling was atrocious, I didn’t know what the word meant at the time

They were 3 teachers, Miss Siobhan Lacey (Mrs Christopher) took infants and 1^st. class, Miss Una Parkes (Mrs Walsh) took 2^nd. 3^rd. and 4^th class and Phil Foley the head master took 5 and 6 class or what was left, many children left school on the day they were fourteen years old didn’t wait for end of term or leaving exam. Miss Parkes took the girls for sewing and knitting we started sewing making pump bags then chemise/vest, knickers then a simple dress, knit wise we made a jumper, cardigan ,Gloves with fiddly fingers and socks/stockings learned how to turn a neat heel and a square grafted toe. We didn’t learn cooking. We didn’t have any toilets in the old school we had to go down the grove or under the bridge, it’s a good job that a little river flowed by and flushed it all away.

It was lovely when we moved into the new school with toilets and hand basins but we lost the freedom of fields to play in, in the new school we had a small square of ground and the boys had a separate play area.

some new houses at Ring

All 3 teachers were cane happy, especially Phil Foley and seldom a day passed without us getting a slap or three.

An inspector came once a year to test us on Gaelic, he wandered around the village checking that Gaelic was spoken and if we passed each child at school got £2 a year, my mother kept well out of his way as she wasn’t fluent in Gaelic but she depended on the money to buy us a pair of shoes /laced boots to last us for the year, when the shoes/boots were new she put segs/studs on the heels and toes to lengthen the wear, if our shoes were badly worn she was very good at soling and heeling, she had watched her father as a child in the Cunnigar .

In the summer months we picked wild strawberries, blackberries, crab apples, sloes, watercress from Killanooran well, and mushrooms from the field opposite the well, every morning there was a fresh crop of mushrooms.

We kept a goat which gave us milk, as well as buying some from Noonie Harty

We played bowlie, with a tyre less bicycle wheel, made daisy chains in the field, and spent a lot of time in the summer down the strand and in the sea , we lay flat on our tummy’s on the slip at Ballinagoul with a piece of string with a hook at the end trying to catch crabs.

We had a swing in the garden, a rope with a seat in the middle, tied to the branches of two trees.

We played rounders at the cross roads of Bother na Sop, children from 2 or 3 families gathered together there of an summer’s evening, when we heard the drone of a car coming we dived for cover we knew it was the head master’s Philip Foley’s car, not many people had cars in Ring at that time.

THRESHING

When the threshing machine came to a few small farmers by us, we used to help with the dinner, the men came in relays as the the machine didn’t stop work till all the corn was trashed and then the haggard was cleared, the men would be given some

Porter when all the work was finished.

I remember Joanna Terry giving us a half cup of porter and plenty of sugar in it.

THE CO-OP STORE

The co-op stores sold everything that was needed, from bread, grocery, pigs head ,crubeens (pigs feet) dried lander fish ,flour for baking, meal for the fowl, wool for knitting, material, post cards , sweets biscuits, also in out buildings there was petrol although there were only 2 or 3 cars around, paraffin, coal, it was the same assistant who served you to everything, and no washing of hands in between, I don’t suppose we ever heard the word hygiene. When we had a penny to spend on sweets we waited our turn to get Mick Drummy to serve us, he made a poke out of a square of paper and filled it, where the others counted how many sweets we got, we went for quantity not quality, I remember you could have only have 5 glacier mints for a 1d.

Every thing came in bulk and had to be weighed and measured, butter came in wooden boxes, they made good seats turned upside down, flour came in white calico bags, four of them joined together made a bed sheet, washed and then spread out on the field to bleach the writing off them, sweet tins was the other things that people had to wait their turn for 6d, they were used for carrying water or milk. Recycling is a great word today but we recycled 60-70 years ago but it didn’t have a title.

CHRISTMAS

At Christmas time Liam Meehan manager of the co-op stores gave each child who came into the store 6d, my mother told us we were to spend it in the store, they stocked lovely dolls, bodies, arms and legs stuffed with straw or fine wood shavings,

They had lovely faces and either golden curls or brown, all of us girls bought a doll each and how we cared for them, that all finished when war broke out.

Street leading to Balinagoul

At Christmas time any shop you gave your custom through the year you were given a calendar, barn brack, and perhaps tea and sugar as a thank you.

Mrs. Meehan gave 3 or 4 big families a fruit cake, plum pudding and a pot of home made jam, we were on her list and enjoyed the extra nice goodies on Christmas day. We didn’t have many presents/gifts at Christmas, perhaps a penny, orange and a few bits in our stocking. One year our aunt Lena sent us 4 older sisters a Christmas stocking from England those net type you see now with small chocolate bars in .

In those stockings were miniature dolls, scales, card games and lots of interesting things we thought they were wonderful also they were wrapped in fancy Christmas paper.

Our mother worked hard to look after us, she was the only woman in the village who had a sewing machine ( singers) she made all our clothes and knitted our jumpers, cardigans and stockings, she took in some sewing and did simple dressmaking for women in the village, in the summer months she did a days washing at the collage with Katie my grand uncle’s wife, I think it was once a fortnight mainly sheets and blankets, and earned 2 shillings and sixpence for the days work. heavy work done by hand, boiler and hand mangle, no washing machines then. She went down the rocks sometimes picking 1d winkles, a family called Keown from Dungarvan came out and bought them it took a lot to fill their gallons

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Ballinagoul

Sea View

Of us 4 sisters 2 of us went to my maternal grandmother up Sea view on alternate days and did small chores for her like fetching water from either Killanooran well or from the natural spring down the cliff top, went to get the milk from either Mary Cuddihy or Hannah Doherty’s, from the Lang Wee, we collected fire wood/kindling to start the fire also collected dried cow clap if she was baking soda bread it was put on the fire and when it turned red placed on the lid of the baking oven to help keep the lid hot to help the bread to rise.

Traditional fire

It was my grandmother who got me interested in gardening, she gave me a little patch and I made a couple of raised beds, grew bits from her garden and mainly wild flowers primroses and violets, even today wild primroses are one of my favourite flowers

During the summer months Arch Bishop Sheehan used to walk up Sea View every day reading his prayer book, he always stopped and talked to us children always in gaelic.

The cream coloured house to the left of the An Post was once the home of Cannon Sheehan

He pretended to have a kitten inside his coat/cloak and he me-owed like a cat

to amuse us.

Two brothers Tom and Nicky Keown lived across a couple of fields from my grandmothers in Sea View Tom did the house work, and baked soda bread, as he mixed the flour the oven pot,, a three legged flat bottomed pot /bastile would be hanging on a hook to warm Tom would spit into the pot and if it sizzled it was hot enough for the loaf of bread to put in to bake. Tom always carried a bucket of water from the well on his head, he would turn his flat cap inside out to make a flat base for the bucket, when we, my sister and cousin would see him coming we would tease him calling pogeen Tom, pogeen Tom (kiss Tom) and when he made a move to catch us we legged it, so would any one else seeing Toms and his dribbles

The road to helvick

Scrumpin Apples. My sister Mamie and cousin Patricia used to scrump apples from Mike ( Dwyer)) Tobin my grand uncles orchard , he was Patricia’s grandfather and she lived with her grand parents, the orchard was surrounded by a thick hedge they crawled through a little hole while I was on look out for Mike or Katie, they filled their knickers legs with apples, we then crossed the road into the middle of Garrett Quinn’s meadow and eat the lot.

My Grand uncle was always called Mike Dwyer as he was always singing a song

? Dwyer from the glen, I forget how it went. Mike used to thatch old houses.

The photo which I took here was the last one before the house burned to the ground a few years back. It was owned by david Connors of Clonea

A man from further up Sea View Eddie Mary Eamonn Fitzgerald used to call into my grand mothers house, her son, my uncle Danny used to send her a weekly paper from London, Eddie would borrow her readings glasses to read the news and then would have an argument about politics and the war.

During the war we would see convoys of ships on the horizon, a ship must have sunk at one time and huge baulks of wood came in under the cliffs up Sea view, my father rescued 5 of them other men saved some as well, my father had to buy some rope to fasten them to the rocks so they wouldn’t float back out with the tide, than he had to get one of the fishermen with a boat to tow them into Helvick pier,

Paddy Joe Morrissey the solicitor from Dungarvan bought them off my father for a £100,

my father had to pay the fisher man for the use of the boat and the rope, when Eddie heard this he said that he was entitled to some money as it came in under his land, he didn’t have any land it was Sullivans, my father got annoyed with him and said that if they had come in under his window he wouldn’t get out of bed to save them.

Ballinagoul Pier

A mine was seen floating one day up Sea View, a lorry load of soldiers was patrolling the road and ordered the people from the three cottages to leave as it was dangerous the mine could exploded on the rocks, my grand parents came down to us, Nagle family went to some relatives and my Grand uncle and his wife Katie went down the village to their daughter’s, but under cover of darkness Mike crawled along the cliff path up through his field and in through a window and said afterwards that no soldiers would keep him out of his own bed. Although the mine detonated on the rocks and pieces were found on the road and Quinns field beyond the cottages no damage was done to any of the cottages.

Patron St.

Church of Saint Nicholas in Ring

St. Nicholas was the patron St. of Ring on the 6^th of December, we called it the pattern day, weeks before we started to save our pennies and then on pattern day all the small

shops would have a big selection of sweets, biscuits and lemonade stocked , then we had to decide which shop we would go to and feast till our money ran out.

The day started with sung High Mass, also Mass on the 7^th & 8thof December, after Mass on the 6^th the priest would go over to Helvick and bless the fishing boats, Miss Parkes taught us the Latin Mass which was sung and Gaelic hymns at school , then some weeks leading up to the 6th we had to go to the church after tea time to practice with the piano music, 4 of us sisters, 2 Drohan sisters, 2 Kenneally sisters and 3 of James Tobins girls from our side of Ring the rest of the choir came from Mullinahorna area

Dr. Casey

Our local Dr. a Kerry man was always drunk, the only time you would get him sober was on a Wednesday morning as Mr Dee the relief officer came on that morning and had a room in the Dr. house where he saw some people, but as soon as Mr.Dee had left Dr. Casey was on his bike heading for one of the three pubs, most people kept out of his way if they saw him coming as he took many a tumble off the bike. He didn’t treat many patients at home he sent them straight to hospital.

Garda Moloney was the school guard and was very strict, keeping to the right side of the road and school attendance.

John Daly was our postman for years, he cycled out from Dungarvan every day , he spent many an hour in the co-op stores chatting to the 3 assistance Tom and Mick Drummy and Richie Harty and delivered the letters as customers came into the stores if Liam Meehan the store manager was in the store he didn’t linger there long, he had a little hut over by Helvick pier where he rested and had his lunch till 3 o’clock when he made his way back to Dungarvan collecting mail from the letter boxes or from some people who would pop a letter in their window for him to call for..

A mobile grocery van came to Ring every week from Old Parish Tommy Pottle, it was a wooden covered wagon drawn by a big horse, my mother always bought some grocery from him, my father used to snare rabbits and Tommy used to buy them so my mother would have some ready money to pay for the goods she bought.

Any damaged rabbits went into the pot with bacon bones and made a tasty meal.

Another thing we ate a lot of was cured mackerel, during the summer when shoals of mackerel came into Ballinagoul we would bring lots of them home, my mother would top, tail ,gut and wash them, they were then put in a tub/barrel with layers of coarse salt between and left for a couple of weeks, the salt had turned into brine, they were then placed flat out on the grass to dry in the sun and turned brown, they stored well and made many a dinner with potatoes during the winter.

Ploughing out spuds, the old way

We grew a field of potatoes every year in ridges, we call them raised beds or lazy beds here, when the potatoes started to grow so did the weeds, our father ordered us 4 girls to weed a ridge each day we could please ourselves when we did it either before school or after but we had to do it.

During the month of May my mother cooked Nettles and gave us it to eat with our dinner, it was supposed to clean the blood, we had 3 meals of it during the month..

During the war coal was scarce, men went out on the mountain further up Sea view and cut the top layer with heather in squares took it home to dry and then it made a good fire, it wasn’t the same type of turf/peat that was cut in the midlands of Ireland,

We as children with a friend Margie Walsh used to go over to some fields by the church to collect some fire wood plenty of trees there, some branches fell down or was blown down by the wind, we collected it in Hessians sacks. My father cut down some trees that were growing around the house as well mainly Ash and Elder.

We didn’t go over to upper Helvick to our other grand mother’s( father side) very often, it was quiet a walk, when we did go we took a short cut up a by road going towards Quinns, when we got to a certain place where we could cut across some fields

we stood on the fence and had a good look to see where the bull was, if it was far away we would cross the field and if it was close by we went further along the road and crossed then, I don’t remember doing any chores over there.

Both of my grandmothers wore black shawls as did all the older women at that time, my maternal grandmother wore a long black coat as well as the shawl when she went out, where my paternal grandmother wore long black skirts and flannel petticoats and a small black shawl around her head.

Both my grandmothers smoked a pipe, a proper pipe with a short stem where other women smoked a clay pipe, I think they called them Drudeens.

We called our grand mothers, nannie seaview and nannie the hill, but our grand fathers were called by their names Richie (father side) and Johnny (mothers side)

Nannie the hill my father’s mother couldn’t read, when a letter came from her daughter in America my father used to go over to Helvick to read it for her.

We saved rain water in barrels/butts for washing, it was soft and didn’t need a lot of lux soap flakes to get a lather, I don’t think we had soap powders at that time

.Baths were shared, in a big tin bath in front of the fire, water heated in a pot and topped up every now and then, not very hygienic

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Three Pubs

They were three pubs in Ring and are still there, but under different management now, Martin Draper’s in the village, his wife died young leaving a young son Laurence, his aunt (mother’s sister) Peggy Griffin helped his father to rear him and run the pub, Laurence later married a town girl. That pub is now called Tigh an Ceol.

Below Tig An Ceol...changed quite a bit since Bridget's time

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James Murray’s the pub in Helvick was used mainly by the fisher men coming home after a days fishing they called in for a Guinness or two. Mrs Murray was mentioned

in an article in your column ( where is all the Irish) conversing in

English to a Above Murray's Pub as it is today...photo EC

lorry driver, Mrs Murray , Mary ? wasn’t a Ring woman, she came from other side of town, James didn’t tell his sister Lizzie who lived with him and helped run the pub that he was getting married , on the morning of his wedding he called into his other sisters Molly(Murray) Linane she lived opposite the garda station, and changed into his wedding suit went off and got married and arrived home with his wife, Lizzie moved into the old part of the house than while she had a new house built for herself.

Ring College

Annie Coady’s was the other pub nearer the church, she was a very cross woman perhaps she had to be being, a widow woman running a pub on her own and no children, her niece Tessie Mooney was left the pub when Annie died, the old thatched house/pub was pulled down and a new one built but that was after I had left Ring.

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Annie had a bit of land as well and an old man ? Whelan looked after it , a little river ran through it by a bridge and this man used to dip the sheep in the river, we as children would lean over the bridge on our way to school watching. It was that same man who called out to us on our way home from school one day that war had broken out in Europe it didn’t mean a lot to us at the time.

Ariel view of Helvick

FISHING OFF THE ROCKS

My father and other men from the area used to go down the cliffs of Helvick and Sea View to fish off the rocks with a rod and line, mainly Pollock and mackerel, it was dangerous and slippery going down there.

Helvic Cove

The LOOK OUT.

There was a building on top of Helvick Head during the war called the look out, soldiers took it in turn to be on watch in case of an invasion, over Dungarvan bay, Muggort’s bay and up towards Mine Head, one of the soldiers was a local chap Michael Kenneally.

Gort na Diha

My mother had a relative Magg Landers living over at Gort na Diha/ Ballinacourty not far from the little rd. that leads to the Cunnigar, some times my mother sent us over to her with fresh fish, especially at harvest time when the apples were ripe, Magg Landers had a good orchard, she was bed ridden at this time, Magg would tell us to go down the orchard and fill a bag of apples mainly cookers, we then had to bring them in for her to inspect she would pick out the best ones and leave them on her bed side table, who got these I don’t know, as far as I know only one local woman went in with her meals each day, unbeknown to Magg we would have filled another bag and left it at the gable end of the house.

Ring from Dungarvan park

(You said you had researched the Landers of Ballinaroad away back some ago, did this Jim Landers (I think that was Magg’s husband’s name) feature in it?)

There was quiet a few small shops as well as the co-op store and 3 pubs and the mobile van to shop with, there wasn’t any bus to take you into Dungarvan so people had to shop locally, the 3 pubs sold bits of grocery , and bread also cigarettes, Maggeen Walsh in the village sold bread and sweets, Lizzie Skuce sold grocery and bread, Tessie Mooney had a little shop by the collage selling sweet and drinks, lemonade, orangeade before she moved into her aunts pub, and Molly (Murray) Linnane carried , a good stock of goods she got a lot of custom from the collage, her shop was opposite the police station.

They were about 4 small farms around Helvick and Sea View,

Garrett Quinn

Above, the little shop oppsite the garda station, is now closed
and his wife no family, Troys can’t remember their first names lived near Burks, no family Mrs. Quinn and Mrs. Troy were sisters, Tom and Mary Cuddihy brother and sister, and along the road from us Tom and Joanne Terry another brother and sister, I don’t know what happened to their lands as they didn’t seem to have any relatives, I had left Ring by this time

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Street leading to Ballinagoul Village (ec)

People In the Village

Dave ( the prophet) Tobin no relation, he was a strange man, he never looked clean, used to carry all his belongings in a sack on his back, he was convinced that they would be poisoned if he left them in the house while he was out. He never went to church, & was always calling out Anti Christ slogans, he was harmless but as children we kept our distance from him, his brother Johno also lived in the village in separate houses up little passages from the road another brother lived at the crossroad leading down to the pub and pier, Pat, he had a modern house they were called Gaeltact houses, Pat was married to Hannie Terry whose mothers house was close by, they had no children, used to have a nice vegetable garden on the side of the house, another brother James lived on the Helvick Road.

Leaving Ballinagoul (ec)

He was married and had 8 children, 4 boys and 4 girls,( you mentioned one of the boys Nicholas Tobin was on TV away last year,) most of them were good singers, 3 older boys Jimmy, Dave and Paddy died as young men of TB. They were fishermen as was their father, Kate and Bella went to London Alice married a man from Old Parish I don’t know what happened to Maggie.

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How easily a surname could die out, there is no Tobin left of that big family, of the older family, Dave the prophet not married, Johno not married, Pat married but no family, James had 4 sons who died young, none married so no one to carry the name on.

Ned Donavan a fisherman in the village used to make creels/baskets with willow whips weaving them in and out, they used the creels to carry lines and stakes out onto the bar much the same place where you do the oyster now, my father used to go down the strand to dig for bait, knife fish and I think mussels , stakes were about 3 foot long a few yards of line with hooks and bait, another stake and so on, then when the tide was far out the stakes were pushed into the sand and left till next low tide and hope fully a good catch of fish, I’ve forgotten what type of fish they caught.

Boat at Ballinagoul (ec)

Mikie Curran had a nice new house as well as a big old house, he laid out a lovely garden with a big rockery unusual for Ring and took a great pride in it and the surroundings, he lived up a small by road leading from the village to the main Helvick Rd. Richie Harty cows used the same route and clapped as cows do outside Currans gate, it caused a big row between the men and they didn’t speak to each other for years.

Heading for Helvick (ec)

Mikie Curran was the only house in the village who had electricity, there was a small river running through his land he dammed it, and erected a water wheel, I don’t know if it was running during the summer when the river was very low.

Catherine Kenneally lived on the main Helvick Rd., she was an old ginger/foxy haired woman, if a fisherman was on his way to Helvick to fish and saw her on the Rd he would cross fields to avoid her they were very superstitious and said she was bad luck.

At the crossroad leading down to the lower village and pier in a big house lived Charlie and Lizzie Skuce, they had a little shop selling grocery and bread .They were the only Protestants in Ring , Lizzie became a Catholic some time before she died and although Mr Skuce attended Mass every Sunday after her death he didn’t become a Catholic till on his death bed, they had no family.

Thatched cottage on the way to Ballinagoul (ec)

Kate Troy lived half way down the upper part of the village, when as children we were on our way down to the strand by the pier we tried to keep very quiet as if Kate saw or heard us we were called back to fetch water from the pump for her. Later on when I was a bit older she would call me in to help her with ironing or darning socks

( I was a dab hand at mending socks) as she used to take in washing during the summer months when visitors were around, in return I would get my tea which was better than I would have at home.

She fostered 2 boys from the Dungarvan hospital/ poor house when her own family had left home, she was the only person in Ring to do that, one of the boys stayed all his life in Ring and married a local girl and had 1 son who still lives in Ring and is married there, I won’t give his name as his friends may not know of his background.

Leaving Helvick(ec)

The 2^nd. boy John Keatings went to London after leaving school and never returned or kept in touch with his foster mother.

The men in the village played pitch and toss at the crossroad.

Ellen (Bagge) Terry had 3 sons Mike, John and Richie and a daughter Mary their house was on the main Rd., all lived together, none of them got married, each night

after tea, the three men went to different houses or places in the village and Ellen and Mary went down to Kate Troys, they met back home about ten o’clock exchanging all the news and gossip they had heard. Richie used to call into to see my father in later years, they both would sit either side of the fire for about an hour and hardly exchange a word, smoking their pipes. They had their picture painted once and it used to hang in the technical school. ( I don’t know if its still there.)

When anyone died in the village Ellen washed and laid out the body ready for the wake and funeral.

Only recently was I told that my mother laid Ellen out when she died.

Half way down the village was a little old thatched house known as the half way house Jack (Maura Nell) Cuddihy and Nancys, very few people passed their open door without calling in for a chat, if the children in the village hadn’t done their home work the master at school next day would say I suppose you were Jacks and Nancys last night. It wasn’t easy doing home work in our house with so many younger siblings, no peace or quiet and only a paraffin lamp for light.

Ring Church graveyard (ec)

A travelling man came by a couple of times, I don’t think he was a tramp although he slept rough most of the time, he used to write songs and sell them, the one I remember is O my Sweetheart Dungarvan.

Tinkers called Cartys came and camped for about a week every year in a boreen a bit up Sea View, the women would knock on every door in the village selling pegs .ribbons and lace, most people bought some thing in case a curse was put on them,

The men would mend pots and pans or anything else that needed doing, they didn’t cause any trouble but locals didn’t leave things lying around like they would normally.

To Be Continued...

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Aunts And Uncles

I didn’t realise I mentioned aunts and uncles much.

In the Christmas piece I mentioned my aunt Lena Walsh,, my mother’s sister

In the piece about SEAView,

An uncle Danny Mahony he was my Grandmother’s second husband’s son

Grand uncle Mike Tobin also known as Mike Dwyer,

His wife Katie Tobin, also known as Katie Dwyer.

My grandmother (father’s side) Allie Tobin

My grandfather ( father’s side ) Richie Tobin.

My grand mother ( mother’s side ) Bridget Mahony

My step grandfather’s ( mother’s side) Johnny Mahony.

My mother was Josie Tobin

My father John Tobin

I don’t remember if I used My uncle Micil Tobin’s name( he was Pats/Barney’s(Pat Tobin of Ballinagoul) father)

My cousin Patricia Tobin (Mrs O’Neill) was Mike and Katie’s granddaughter.

Three of my sisters that I mentioned often

Alice Tobin (Mrs Amdrews)

Mamie Tobin

Madgie Tobin (Mrs Hancox)

All the above except Madgie are dead now RIP.

I have more sisters and brothers much younger than me, me being the 2^nd eldest,

I don’t remember any other relatives being mentioned by name, but I expect you will let me know if I have missed anyone out.